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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWILIT HARMONY, by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Behold the hour is come when stems are thrilled Last Line: Thy memory lights me like a monstrance filled! Subject(s): Evening; Hearts; Sunset; Twilight | |||
BEHOLD the hour is come when stems are thrilled, And like swung censers flowers shed their fume; Now thro' the air are sounds and odours spilled; O wistful waltz within the dizzy gloom! Now like swung censers flowers shed their fume; Now like a torn heart hath the viol trilled; O wistful waltz within the dizzy gloom! Like a lone shrine the sky with sorrow is filled. Now like a torn heart hath the viol trilled, A shy heart that doth hate all dark and doom! Like a lone shrine the sky with sorrow is filled. The sun is drownéd in his blood's own spume. A shy heart that doth hate all dark and doom Drinks every drop from the waned light down-spilled. The sun is drownéd in his blood's own spume. Thy memory lights me like a monstrance filled! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |
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